Poems for Him

Shooting Star

You know, it's like I'm wishing on a shooting star that has lost its ability to grant a wish.
Useless.

As if you're the shooting star
and I'm the one who wishes upon you.
My wish is to be with you, obviously.
But you don't care, don't even look down at me.
You just pass me by, carelessly.

But I know, that you want me,
you want to grant my wish,
but you can't, you don't have any ability to do that.
Because there's one thing that stops you from doing it.
And you just give up like that, don't even try once more.
As if I don't really want it to happen.
Truth is, I really do.

And after all,
You're my favorite paradox;
you said you wanted me,
but you left me hanging onto your hopeless love.

But I don't really mind,
'cause loving you
is a pleasure to me.